Judy rode her white horse to the peak of the Holy Mountain.
Colin stepped forward, reaching out to support Judy as she dismounted.
It was only when Colin took her hand that he realized the palm of the young girl was dripping with sweat.
"Scared?" Colin whispered into Judy's ear.
Judy shook her head, her eyes regaining their determination.
"That's more like it." Colin smiled kindly, patting Judy's little hand, "Don't forget what I've told you. They are not the representatives of the Supreme Lord, but merely a group of small-time thieves stealing the glory of the Supreme Lord.
Your authority comes from the noble bloodline of St. Lorenzo, from the support of the billions of citizens of the Empire, from the protection of the Empire's most elite troops, and it's entirely unrelated to the crowned guy."
hearing Colin's last sentence, Judy burst into laughter, her demeanor relaxing considerably.
"Go ahead," Colin released his hand, allowing Judy to proceed alone.
"Alright!"
